I was happy with my life. And who wouldn’t be? Beautiful women, money, a job that I could sleep through and still make bank. But I was bored. And I never could walk away from a challenge.

This challenge turned out to be brunette. Feisty. Just the way I like them. But innocent. Too innocent for me. Too innocent to do anything other than sample and then toss back. Anything more would be too risky, too much work.

I was unprepared for Julia Campbell. I should have done my homework, should have looked before jumping off that cliff. Ditching her proved to be problematic, my sexual needs greater than my common sense.

She was different. She became more than a challenge.

She may just bring my world crashing down.

This novella is meant to complement, and be read after, Blindfolded Innocence, a #1 Erotica Bestseller.

BOOK REVIEW by Michelle:

Diary of Brad De Luca is a short insightful look into the mind of this highly sexual man.

To be honest, I really could have done with this novella having been spread out within the pages of Blindfolded Innocence.

Being around her was pure intoxication, even with a hundred feet of separation between them.

I am glad Alessandra wrote this. I feel like I know this man better after reading it.

A very quick read which I personally think is a great bonus to read after Blindfolded Innocence. I originally started reading Masked Innocence straight after Blindfolded Innocence, I’m glad I took the time to stop and read this one before continuing on.

What I got out of this novella, was how much deeper Brad, who on first appearances in Blindfolded Innocence, is quite the man-whore who likes things his way and enjoys the hunt.

But!

There is more to Brad.

We already know he is a very intelligent, confident man, but we see more in this novella.

More vulnerability peeking through.

This girl was a poison that could ruin him. She was innocent, inexperienced, yet burned with fire, curiosity, and challenge. His body was ready for the task, pushing against the starting gate, wanting to f&*ck her senseless and brand her forever as his own. His mind was backing away with hands up, fear and panic gripping his chest.

Just ...more.

He despised the words leaving his mouth, hating the way they made him feel. Exposed. Open. By a girl who didn’t weigh more than his cock. A girl who stared at him with intensity, who pushed buttons he didn’t know he had, and had wormed her way inside a part of him that should be closed.